Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?

"Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect."- Margaret Mitchell

Once upon a time, there was a farmer who used an old mare to till his fields. One day, the mare escaped into the woods and the farmer’s neighbors get together and sympathized with the old man over his bad luck. The farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”

A week later, the mare returned with a young stallion from the woods and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his great and good luck. His reply was again, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”

One day, the farmer’s son was riding the young stallion and fell off
its back and broke his leg. Everyone get together again and thought this very bad luck.

Not the farmer, whose only reaction was once more, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”

Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg, they let him off. The neighbors said nothing this time...

Who knows what the next day can bring. Not all good things are lucky and not all bad things evil...

I like this story. It's indeed very true some things and situations may seem to be bad at first but later on we realized that's it's not, and it's blessing in disguise. Everything happens for a reason, and that reason is for our goodness.

I guess life is like that you never know what is going to happen in the next two minutes,never mind even a couple of days in the future. When you go to work you often end up doing things or going places you did not know existed when you were eating your breakfast that morning. You just have to take what comes your way and give it your best shot.

Great story. Really says a lot about life. I had one such incident with my son. He was in the Army just before we went to war. In November, I had the terrible feeling that if he went to war, we would never see him alive again...I prayed. In December, his lungs collapsed and he was presented in the ER breathing on only 1/2 a lung. He stayed in the hospital for a little over 1 month. The day before his release, his unit went overseas to war. The Doctor said, had my son went up in the plane, he would have died almost instantly because of a small defect and no hope of proper medical attention. The answer to my prayers may have seemed like bad "luck" at the time, but in the end...was actually very good!

I liked this story the first time I read it and I am thankful for the reminder of it today. I have come to believe that if we see an event as just an event and not something or good or bad we can enjoy the moment more and not give in to so much stress.